A/N totally forgot to update again but in my defense it's been a busy day. I GOT MY DRIVERS LICENSE! And I watched the new SPN a free hours ago and I don't want to really spoil anything but the comment section is fair game so if you want to cry about the scene where Jack finds those two people hmu and we can cry together cuz I just smxnsdnznsndbs
Castiel wakes up with the biggest of headaches the next morning. He groans and rolls over, burying his face in his pillow.
"'Morning, Cas," Dean says, far too cheerful for the occasion.
"I want to die."
"I knew you would," Dean replies. "Which is why I brought you a gift."
Castiel just groans, unmoving.
"Come on, get up," Dean says. "I got you some Advil."
Castiel sighs and rolls over. He opens his eyes, the immediately closes them. "Turn the lights off!"
"Okay, hang on."
There's a brief pause, and through his eyelids he can see a slight dimming.
"Okay, lights off," Dean says. "Now come on. Take the painkillers. It'll help."
Castiel sits up reluctantly to find Dean standing next to the bed, Advil in one hand and a bottle of water in the other. Castiel takes them both, swallowing the pills and then downing the rest of the water all at once.
"Remind me to never drink again," Castiel mutters.
"What, didn't have fun last night?" Dean asks teasingly.
"I don't even remember last night," Castiel says.
"Ooh, you got that drunk, huh?" Dean says, amused.
"What even happened last night?" Castiel asks. "I remember doing the shots game thing and that's it."
"Yeah, not much," Dean says. "You insulted Tom Hiddleston. I had a really hard time forgiving that one."
"Wait, what did I say?" Castiel asks.
"They he looks like a grandpa."
Castiel just laughs. What the fuck?
"Did I say anything else?" Castiel asks.
Dean pauses, then says, "No, not really."
"Are you sure?" Castiel asks. "You look like you're not sure."
"No, you didn't say anything bad," Dean says.
Castiel crosses his arms and looks at him skeptically.
"Well, they're may have been a mention of having sex," Dean says.
Castiel don't respond to that. He's not really sure how to. He kinda wishes he hadn't asked. He can't imagine how awkward that was for Dean last night. It was probably a lot like it is now.
Wait...
"But did we have sex?" Castiel asks, almost hesitantly, because he's not sure he wants to know the answer.
With a small, almost condecendingly amused smile on his face, Dean says, "Trust me, if we had sex last night, you would know."
"Whatever that means," Castiel mutters under his breath. He groans and crutches his head, lying back down in bed. "Everything hurts."
"Gotta love a good hangover," Dean says with a grin.
"Fuck you."
Dean scoffs. "Hey, what did I do?"
"Everything."
"Man, I wish I could do everything," he says. "Unfortunately, that's not the case."
"Well, you got me drunk, and that's bad enough," Castiel says.
"No, you got yourself drunk," Dean says. "I just provided the drinks."
"Well, fuck you for that," Castiel mumbles.
"Funny, that's exactly what you were saying last night."
~~
"Thanksgiving is coming up soon," Castiel remarks. Just a few more weeks.
"That it is," Dean agrees. "What about it?"
"Well, I was just thinking," Castiel says, "Do you want to go somewhere for it?"
"Hell yes I do," Dean says with a grin. "I haven't gotten to celebrate a real Thanksgiving in ages."
"Really?"
Dean shrugs. "Football's a hell of a commitment." Changing the subject, he asks, "So, where do you want to go for Thanksgiving?"
"Maybe back to Sioux Falls?"
Dean pumps his fists in the air excitedly. "I was so hoping you'd say that!"
"So I take it that's a yes?" Castiel guesses.
"No, I was hoping I'd get to turn it down," Dean says sarcastically.
Castiel slaps him on the shoulder playfully. "Oh, shut up."
Dean just smirks at that, them says, "We could leave soon, maybe film the music video before Thanksgiving."
Castiel shakes his head. "I want to do a little preplanning before we film."
"Can we preplan in Sioux Falls?" Dean asks hopefully.
Castiel shakes his head. "It's really hard to work with my family around. I'd rather have everything ready, them go down."
Dean looks a bit disappointed, but quickly hides the look on his face. "Okay, sounds good."
"We can film a few days after Thanksgiving, how 'bout that?" Castiel offers.
Dean shrugs. "I don't know. That works."
"We'll just have to tell Lucifer before we go down, and it'll be all set."
~~
"So, tell me about your album."
Castiel and raises an eyebrow. "You mean the album you watched me record?"
Dean nods. "That would be the one."
"But your already know the whole thing," Castiel reminds him. "You heard every single song on there."
"But I never got any of the background," Dean says. "I don't even know what you're naming it."
"Yeah, I don't know what I'm naming it, either," Castiel admits. "I haven't thought that far ahead yet."
"Well, still, tell me about it," Dean says.
"What do you want to know?" Castiel asks.
"I don't know," Dean says. "Why did your decide to do it that way? You know, with all the old songs and stuff."
Castiel thinks about that for a moment. "I guess I kinda just didn't want to write anything else."
"Why not?" Dean asks. "I thought you loved writing."
"I just didn't," Castiel says, a little defensively. "Why are you asking me about this?"
"I'm just curious," Dean says, putting his hands up in a mock surrender. "I want to understand how your whole thing world, that's all."
Castiel eyes him suspiciously for a moment, but he can't imagine another result why Dean would care, so he's probably not lying. Besides, there's only so much to talk about when they're suck in the house together like this. This is better than awkward silence.
"So why didn't you want to write a new album?" Dean asks. "Why'd you fill it with old songs?"
"I don't know," Castiel says. "I guess the only thing I could really think to write about is the..." Castiel swallows hard before continuing, "the bombing. It's like, that's kinda what's on my mind, and I usually work about things that I can't stop thinking about. I can't make a whole album about that."
"And you couldn't write about anything else?" Dean asks, seemingly genuinely interested.
"No, not really," he says. "I mean, I could. I've written a lot of cheesy songs because I know that's what the general public wants, but they're not as genuine, you know? And if this is my last album..."
"You want to go out with a bang," Dean finishes. "Yeah, I guess I can see that."
"And I figured I'd pick the most brutally honest ones," Castiel says. "They're not the songs people want to hear, but I kinda need my fans to see how much of a toll this life has taken on me."
"Why do you care if they know?" Dean asks. "This is the last time you're really going to talk to them, isn't it?"
"Well, yeah, but it's more that I need them to understand why," Castiel says. "I have the song about the bombing. I have a song about us. That's the part they already see — I kinda went into hiding after the terrorist attack, and now that I'm in a relationship, I'm enjoying myself outside of work.
"But I want people to know that that's not why I'm leaving. I want to make sure they know that I'm leaving because I've found something better than the constant scrutiny of the media and all the rumors and the harassment by the paparazzi. This has been a long time coming. They just don't know it."
"Well, I'm sure they have some idea —"
Castiel shakes his head. "No, everyone assumes that I think the good outweighs the bad, and that I always have. I'm basically showing them the thoughts I've had along the way that I haven't been able to tell them because I had that image of a happy little teenage gay to uphold."
"Well, kudos to your reputation for censoring you, because they're in for a shock when the album comes out," Dean says. With a playful smile, he adds, " Censoring you. These are the thoughts that were censored. You should call the album Censored."
"I know you're joking, but that's actually kinda cool," Castiel says. "Although it kinda sounds like I'm censoring myself in the album, which is literally the opposite of what the album's about."
"Ooh, call it Redacted," Dean says. "Like the "bleep" on the TV when someone swears or whatever."
"'Redacted,'" Castiel repeats. "Very ominous, fits with the theme..." He grins. "I think I've going make that my album title."